The same table is actually my sick reader

Chapter 73 73. Happy New Year
Four fifteen in the afternoon, school time.

In the Department of Motion Research, the three of them sat at a birch table by the window, and each had a cup of fragrant black tea in front of them.

Izumi Kurose held a finger-painting board in his hand and exclaimed, "This is what you drew, it's really amazing."

On the drawing board, there is an exquisite and beautiful painting style, whether it is lines or colors, it can be called a perfect portrait of a character.

This is a recent painting by Inari Yuki. According to her, it is a character in a novel she likes.

"No, no, it's not very powerful!" Inariyuki smiled embarrassingly, and her tone couldn't hide her happiness.

Kurose Izumi put down the fingerboard, looked up at the happy Inari Yuki, and said with a smile, "It's really good, I don't mean to flatter you."

After saying this, he paused for a moment, then changed the topic: "But if we want to make a galgame, we may have to hand over the illustrations and paintings to you alone, is that okay?"

You know, even if it is a short one-line gal game, there should be about a dozen of character CGs alone!

This still does not count the fine-tuning data of basic scenes, character portraits, and facial expressions.

If it is counted, the workload is not small, and it will test the artist's skills.

After all, this is originality, and it needs to be conceived, sketched, and constantly tried.

"no problem!"

Inariyuki stood up from the chair, puffed out her slightly barren chest, and patted hard.

"It's okay, about making galgame, just take your time, don't worry."

As Shiraishi Chirei said, she flicked the command board with her finger and looked at Inariyuki's other works.

No matter how you look at it, the level is very high, and it can be said that it is completely qualified for the job of a painter!

It was not in vain that she had investigated whether there was anyone in the school who could draw.

And the process of La Daohexue joining Dongyan was also very simple.

Take the poster and go to the bulletin board of the first grade, and after having a chance encounter with Inari Yuki, I invite her.

She has a relatively timid and introverted personality, so Shiraishi Qianrei only needs to invite her patiently and say something about needing her.

As for Inari Yuki wondering why she knows that she can draw...

There are many reasons, such as someone told her, she went to investigate, and learned about this.

When Inariyuki was in the art class, she showed extraordinary painting skills, and she also went to the art department to learn about it.

But the Art Department of Mingsheng High School is very strange, there is only one person, and that person does not recruit members, even if it is someone with a solid foundation like Inariyuki.

Shiraishi Qianrei knew everything about this—it took half a day to investigate.

What she wants to know, as long as she looks it up with snacks, she will be able to find out!

"Hey, okay. I will definitely try my best to draw paintings that satisfy my seniors!" Inari Yuki smiled and sat down again.

Because she was relatively short and in a state of excitement, under her pleated skirt, her legs, which were covered with white knee socks, left the ground and swayed.

"Ok?"

Kurose Izumi, who felt the shaking of the table, looked down under the table and found that Inariyuki was kicking, so he fell silent.

As for Shiraishi Qianlian, she didn't care about it, she just lifted the ear of the teacup, sipped the black tea, and said softly, "Then let's work hard together."

"Well, let's do it together!"

The other two nodded together, their hearts full of longing for the future.

Because the laptop could not be brought until tomorrow, the three of them spent some leisure time tasting tea and reading books.

At 05:30, when the sky turned into gentle twilight, the club activities came to an end.

After changing the indoor shoes, Shiraishi Qianrei asked, "Do you want to follow up with the head of the basketball department?"

"Forget it, let Zhenwu deal with it for the time being, we'd better not interfere too much."

Kurose Izumi felt that Hirasawa Shintake should also want to capture evidence by himself, so that he could firmly believe that Kurosaki Tetsu also had problems, and would also want to snatch Tsuda Jia over.

As for Kurose Izumi, he just needs to wait quietly for his good news.

If it came to the point where he had to act, it would not be too late for him to help.

"Okay, let's go home then."

"Well, go home."

In this way, the two left the school, facing the twilight of the sky, and walked towards home as if taking a walk.

Kurose Izumi always enjoys the time of commuting to and from school—because it is with Chirei Shiraishi.

Every time they walked side by side, and the hand placed under them occasionally brushed the back of each other's hand, the throbbing feeling in their hearts was indescribable.

Halfway through the walk, the two had already left the school, and the people around them changed from those wearing the uniforms of Mingsheng High School to private uniforms and other schools.

And after a touch of the back of his hand, the throbbing and itching in Kurose Izumi's heart reached its peak.

He looked ahead, stretched out his hand pretending to be calm, and gently held Shiraishi Qianrei's slightly cold, soft and boneless little hand.

Because he confirmed that the other party likes him, he can take this step bravely.

As for Kurose Izumi's behavior, Shiraishi Chirei was indifferent and accepted it calmly.

Holding hands, they walked through Omotesando in Shinjuku, as well as the busy traffic and people on the street.

The traffic lights on the road are changing numbers every minute.

On the sidewalk, there were people waiting with them.

When the green light came on, Izumi Kurose, with a slight smile on his face, took Chirei Shiraishi's hand and stepped on the zebra crossing together.

The hustle and bustle along the way, the loud noise of vehicles, and the classical music played on the street corner have nothing to do with him.

At this moment, in his world, there is only this girl in his hand, who makes him feel so tender and tender in his heart.

Arriving at Shinjuku Station and taking the return train, the hands of the two were still not separated.

Entering the carriage and finding an empty seat, Shiraishi Chirei rested her head on Kurose Izumi's shoulder as if tired.

Strands of her naturally hanging hair were spread on Kurose Izumi's shoulders, so that he could smell the same shampoo as his own as soon as he breathed.

"I hope time can freeze at this moment, because she is so beautiful..."

Kurose Izumi turned his head slightly, looked at Chirei Shiraishi who showed half of his face, and made a wish in his heart.

But time is a strange thing. When you think it is slow, it will be fast, but when you think it is fast, it will be very slow.

From Shinjuku to Chiyoda, it takes 8 minutes.

But in Kurose Izumi's heart, these 8 minutes are like 1 minute, so short that it makes people linger and have endless aftertaste.

However, no matter how short it is, it doesn't matter.

Because they still have countless 8 minutes, holding hands and relying on it like this will not be the last time.

As long as you look forward to tomorrow with hope and happiness in your heart, every day in the future will be like the most dazzling gemstone, shining brightly and precious.

When the tram arrived, the two got out of the car hand in hand, and returned to the home that belonged to the two of them.

Opening the door, the two looked at each other tacitly, and then said to each other with a smile:
"I am back."

　Brothers, remember to follow up, tomorrow is Tuesday, when I decide to recommend it!Very important!
　　


(End of this chapter)